I've Lately been picking up strange vibrations
I hear my music now on oldies stations

"Put out a CD called "the best of what I was"
My picture's on the cover and no one knows

Just when you think you've got the wisdom of the ages

Nobody seems want to to turn your pages

I used to think I was the cat's pajamas

Now I'm about as hip as Fernando Lamas

Old enough

Old enough to be your father

Old enough

Old enough then

And now my kids are taking me to the shows

There's hip-hop, rap, grunge music I don't know

I like to think I'm still part of the crowd
But, how can they hear the lyrics
When the music is so loud?!

I dig rock and roll music
been saying that for a
But I wonder if you knew
That rhythm & blues begat the rock and roll style?
And just like that, way before rap,
Woody Guthrie spread the news

He told it straight, let us relate

This Talking Union Blues:

Well if you want higher wages, let me tell you what to do
You've got to talk to the workers in the shop with you
You got to build you a union, got to make it strong
But if you all stick together, boys, it won't be long
You get shorter hours, better working conditions

Vacations with pay, take the kids seashoreto the

Well I remember I was seventeen

I was a Birmingham High School rock and roll king

The paper talked about how I'd strut my stuff

I'd like to read it, but my arms aren't long enough

I kinda like my new senior status

I don't even care what the latest fad is

My g-generation's rediscovered me

And now I'm on cover the of modern maturity